Clint & Bruce
Clint was good at being the guy to remind you that you're human. He did it for Nat once in a while. Before he came here he'd shoved some humanity down Stark's throat. He liked Wayne. He was kind of like what Rogers could become if he got a little more angry.
"Kinda thought as much," he said, still keeping his tone light and a smile on his face. People nearby didn't need to know they were being serious.
"I'm over it," he said. "No one's going to change their opinion so forcing it down each other's throats isn't going to do any good. Best option? Manipulate common thought back to happy happy, joy joy." What? He's a spy for fuck's sake. Manipulation of a situation was not beyond Barton's moral compass.